A young woman named Emily loved making art, and practiced sketching all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical cats, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Tokyo, and a portrait of Hilary Duff that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby pepper for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in sketching to create the most bea
A young woman named Emily loved making art, and practiced sketching all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical cats, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Tokyo, and a portrait of Hilary Duff that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby pepper for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in sketching to create the most bea
She'd made it onto the Light Train, but what was next for her? She could feel something coming but didn't know what. She stands up and walks over to an empty seat to sit down. It isn't long before a voice calls, "Tokyo, next stop, Tokyo."
The girl steps out into the new place and looks around. What now? She asks herself. She has no idea where to go or what to do so she pulled out the piece of paper in her left pocket. She reads the words and looks around for any kind of clue. When she finds nothing she decides to walk around to find something, anything to lead her somewhere.
Her search leads her to the top of an office building. As she step